~ ZEV ~
Sasha knelt between his knees, sitting on her heels, staring at him in the dark, her face worried and tight. "Zev?"
"I'm awake. For real. Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"I'm more worried that you're scared yourself."
"It was just a bad dream," he said sheepishly and tried to smile, but she shook her head.
"That was more than a dream, Zev. You were screaming."
"Sorry."
"No," Sasha rolled her eyes. "Don't apologize. Tell me what it was about. Get it off your chest. You said he was going to kill me. Who? Were you talking about those guys we ran from when you found me?"
Zev swallowed and reached to push her hair behind her ear. She put a hand to his arm, gripping him, stroking. She was trying to comfort him, he realized, and hated himself for scaring her.
"Zev?" she asked a moment later when he hadn't responded.
